letter to sandra
When this was written, almost forty years ago, things that made me want to pen lines of poetry was inequities, injustices and social issues that affect people's lives. Stuff poets crave for their muse. This piece happened to be a situation I knew of first hand, and was compelled to put to words.
letter to Sandra
i'm writing you cause we were friends,
even though you called me a whore
when rickie feller put his hand up my dress
and made me bleed all over,
before you left to michigan last spring
with bobby howard and benjy miller.
no one says much to me anymore except my folks
but they've been drinking a lot again,
so i'm goin away too cause i don't want
to be hurt like my mother, when my dad
calls her those names and uses his belt
or takes her into the bedroom
to teach her a lesson.
and i've been kinda sick lately and
the bruises won't heal from last week
when i was late for supper on sunday.
i hear there is a place in california
that will help me with the pain
i've been having from the bleeding
in the place where i had the baby
just before it died.